Love from the streets (A Josh Hutcherson FanFic)

Chapter 6

Chapter Six

*sorry. A little short*

I slam the door behind me, and stop in the middle of the room.  Things are just suddenly quiet. That kind of quiet when everyone stops talking or screaming or cheering or something like that because something bad happened or is going to happen.

                Or all of the above.

                I collapse onto the floor, and cry into my hands. I hear Josh’s footsteps race down the hall to my room, and then I hear the door burst open. Josh runs around me, and takes my hands away from my face. He cups his hands over my cheeks, and tries to get me to look at him, but I keep trying to look away. “I don’t want you wasting your money on me, Josh,” I say, trying to get his hands away from me.

                Josh gets me still, and has me look at him. “I’m not wasting it,” he says. “I want to help you. I want to make you happy.”

                “I’m not worth it…”

                “Yes you are.”

                I can see Josh clench his jaw a little bit. “Don’t leave me.” Josh rubs his thumb against my right cheek. “Ever. At all.”

                Josh is all I really have. He helped me. He gave me a home. He gave me food. He gave me love. He was the only one who truly wanted to help me. He’s the only one who did. No one else was kind enough to do anything for me. They only gave me looks. Various looks. From sad to mad. Josh is all I have. I can’t lose him. I can’t. That’s why I’ll never leave him.

                No, not true. Not necessarily. Josh gave me love. I could be the richest person in the world. I could have the most food. We could have met in the café. We could have met in a parking lot. We could have met by a car crash. We could have met any other way and I’d still love him. Josh could’ve introduced himself any other way. I could have said anything to him. I would still love him.

                I’m not leaving Josh because he’s all I have, I’m not leaving him because he’s the only one I care about at this point. I’m the one he loves. I can’t leave him because he can’t leave me. As long as he loves me, I love him. I think.

                “Never,” I say, and find myself smiling.

                “I hope not.” Josh stands up, and I do too. He wraps his arms around my stomach, and kisses my forehead. “I love you,” he says.

                “I love you too,” I say. “And I will forever.”

                “Me too.”

                I wrap my arms around Josh, and rest my head on his shoulder.  Now that I think about it, I have no idea what I’m really doing. What if this isn’t the right thing to do now? What if it’s weird or something? Whatever. Josh seems to not mind, and he holds me tighter. He kisses my head, and strokes my hair.

                “Don’t cry unless you have to,” Josh tells me.

                “I thought you said to cry?”

                “Only if you have to. I don’t want you to have to cry.”

                “Okay.”

                Josh and I have dinner later, and then watch another movie of his called Little Manhattan. I go up to bed, but end up just staring at the ceiling. Josh comes in, and lays next to me. I randomly put up my right hand over between Josh and I, and form half of a heart. “Fill it,” I hear myself say.

                Josh smiles, crosses his arm over mine, and fills the heart with his left hand.